Nib Kisses

I’ve only looked at you once
for fear you’d find me out,
but I already love you.

Sisters of the page,
we carry nib-kisses
on our fingertips,

ink stains like the ghosts
of the words we’re writing.

Hunched up on coach seats,
we turn away from one another
so we can move together
along the feint lines of the page.

© Keighley Perkins


About handshedown

Keighley Perkins is a Cardiff-based poet whose influences include Anis Mojgani, Selima Hill and Richard Brautigan. Her work has previously been published in "Acumen", "Elbow Room", "Erbacce", "Fire", "Northwind" and "Obsessed with Pipework". She can also be found online on Twitter at @handshedown. View all posts by handshedown

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